Male Yandere Oneshots

My Stalker

CRASH

          Your eyes shot open at the sound that echoed through your apartment. You were laid across your couch with the bright TV glaring down at you. You squinted and got up, looking around the dark apartment. It took you a moment to see properly, letting you notice the soft blanket that was draped on you. Did you even bring out your blanket?..

          You sighed and threw the blanket on the other side of the couch. You got up and lazily walked towards your front door and tugged on the doorknob, not only was it locked the chain was on as well. This was the beginning of the confusion. You then began to check the windows, all being down and locked shut. You could have sworn the loud sound came from inside.

          You started to think about what it could have been but there was nothing else out of place. Everything was clear and as it was. The kitchen, the bathroom, your bedroom, and the living room were clear. You then turned your notice to your TV.

          You had a mental facepalm as you cursed at yourself. Most likely it had been your TV that made the loud sound. Which only proved accurate as you checked the volume, 57. You must have raised the volume while sleeping.

          The time was 2 am and the sleepiness that you tried to hold onto had faded away. Leaving you fully awake now. You were upset but walked to the kitchen, setting up a pot of coffee as you knew full well you weren't going back down any time soon.

          You listened as the drops of coffee fell into the pot, slowly filling up. You walked over to the random spices you had left out the night before, putting them back in their respectful spots.

          You decided to do some cleaning as you forgot how dirty you left the place after cooking. You hummed softly as you began to wipe the counter down. Only to flinch and groan in pain once you stepped on something sharp. You fell backwards, wincing at the double shots of pain that hit your body at once. You gradually looked down at your foot to see a large chunk of glass stuck in your skin. You nearly freaked out if the pain hadn't been pulling you back to reality all the while. You carefully grabbed hold of the glass shard and pulled it out instantly, making you almost scream.

          You dropped the bloody shard on the floor and covered your foot, thankfully it didn't get that deep in your skin. Though still, blood had started to leak out. You paid notice to the area where you had stepped and to your alarm there was a lot of glass. It was shoved under the counter as if someone were trying to hide it as quickly as possible.

           That couldn't be right. You didn't break anything earlier. And if you had why would it be hidden well enough so that you didn't see it at first glance? Your head was wandering with confusion as your eyes looked rapidly around. Your heart felt as though it stopped at that moment. As your eyes made contact with your closet.

Specifically, the eyes that stared at you from it...